Our little innocent Girly Monkey has a record!!! No, not a record of height or immunization ... A POLICE RECORD! Is she the youngest 10 month old to have one, I don't know, but one thing is for sure I have never heard of a baby that young having one. It all started when we were getting the kids to bed. It was Monday night of the long weekend. Funky Monkey didn't start school till the 3rd so we let both kids stay up late on the last night of summer. I had left Girly Monkey and Funky Monkey in Daddy's care while I went to get my jammies on. Girly was playing with the phone on our bed, but I didn't think much of it. As long as she wasn't complaining. When I returned, all comfy in my pj's, I took the phone from her and heard someone saying "hello?" on the phone. Automatic reaction "turn the phone off". So I did exclaiming to Mike that I think that Girly just called someone.
For the next minute we brainstormed as to who she could have called. Since I only have 3 numbers programmed into the house phone we figured that she phoned a Family member. And then someone called us! Daddy and I looked at each other and instinctively said "you get it!" I made an excuse, Daddy made an excuse; no one picked up the phone. We agreed that whoever it was would just leave a message. So the answering machine came on ... once, twice, three times. No message.
I called *69 to find out who it was, but the recording informed me that the number did not accept calls from this number. I thought it odd, but I thought that maybe it was someone calling us while blocking their number. Boy, was I wrong! I did not find out till 10 minutes later when a knock at the door filled our house. Daddy looked at me and went downstairs to open the door. My first thought was that it was Daddy's parents who drove all this way since they were worried because we called them and then failed to pick up their phone calls. There was a siren in a background, probably firetruck leaving the fire station. And then it dawned on me. POLICE!
Girly Monkey called the police. I took her off my breast and asked Funky Monkey, still parading in his underpants, to sit and wait. I could hear Daddy downstairs explaining himself to what sounded like 2 police officers. I thought to myself that this will leave a spot on that "parent of the year" award!
Footsteps up the stairs signaled the appearance of non-uniformed female police officer. She was slender build and very pretty. I apologized for the inconvenience but she assured me with a smile that it happens more than anyone would believe. She had to follow the procedure though and check every room of the house. I wished that she would have arrived after my nightly cleaning session so that I would at least look like an ignorant parent that wasn't a slob! She said to me that it must have been my 4 year old, but boy was she surprised when I informed her that it was in fact my 10 month old. Before they left they took Girly Monkey's name, age, and birthday to put down in their records. Daddy and I laughed and vowed to A) never let the kids play with a phone again, and B) pick up the phone when they do it again in the future.Tip of the day
For cloth diapering mammas. I hate using cold cloth wipes on my baby's tushy, especially in the cold months. Solution - I bought a soup thermos, one of the stainless steal ones. Before any outings that require me to take ready made wipes with me, I just fill the thermos with wipes and hot water, squeezing out the excess water with the back of a spoon. The wipes will stay warm for up to 8 hours, although be cautious if you need one right away as they will be hot.
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